An American Couple Expatriated To London
("It's not my fault! The liquor drunkened me!")

Friday, March 23, 2007

Viva Chipotle!

The silver bullet that killed the howling werewolf of hunger -- hunger for a burrito that requires two hands, one large stomach and at least 20 uninterrupted minutes. Mmmmm! As I gleefully told MK's k's, that first sweet bite of barbacoa was one of the happiest moments of my life in the past, say, year.

Let us take a closer look at the spicy goodness:

Note the layers of shredded beef (sorry MK), black beans, chunky tomato salsa, firm rice with a rich guac and a dash of sour cream. Tell me you don't want one right now!

Someday we will have Chipotle in London. Yea, verily. But until then, I am going to gorge myself as much as possible when I can. It's three meals and counting. Viva Chipotle!

"When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movement becomes headlong--faster and faster and faster. They put aside all obstacles and forget that a precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it's too late."--Frank Herbert, "Dune"